Mr wallpaper
So pretty your picture
but beware.
Air bubble23/4/08 |
Lost in a fevered world.
Life futile without your presence.
Anybody got a charger for a TomTom GO 520?
22/4/08 |
contact sport
bruised groomed
bathed aplenty22/1/08 |
spring light falls on web
skittering gnashes of tiny teeth
devour and arouse new dawn9/4/08 |
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Everything is
Recycled
Thoughts words deeds..
If good,though.
Only then.. 24/9/07 |
Et la mer
efface sur le
sable
Les pas des
amants desunis Jacques Prevert |
Photographed you,with
My Rolleiflex..
Development?
Ingratitude |
Ginko opens
the mind
Ginkgo,the blood
vessels
Ancient trees
One stem |
I miss the Gregson
I worked there for a short time,
Guess who is writing?
My hair is dark brown
Tequilla Sunrises and
Harvey Wallbangers |
Charming page
fit and neat
Gregson calling
take a seat22/9/07 |
Liqorice..Aaah
A Proustian Delight that
will relax
You..while raising
Blood Prssure.
Shit. |
Monsoon in park
Suspended Chords-
Not play!
Zeugma-Jazz,Daddio..
Nice!
L.A 16/9/07 |
An Element of
Closure..or
opening?Guiness,Coffee,
Fear... |
Come home Joe
We miss you so..
Davison's the same
But with out you it's lost its name |
I am not Toast
of the Town so
You do not
Need to
butter me up
16/9/07 |
Deep Cabaret.
Sonorous
SpellbindingTinnitus experience
16/9/07 |
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Sufi, Yogi, Zen Master,
walk into a bar..
What to say now?
Hmmm...
L.A 11/9/07 |
All aboard
the big
Train of Jazz!
Next year's
Platform
looking good,Euan?
L.A.16/9/07 |
Little pig, little
pig, let me come in
i want, hot Char-Siu
and now!(L.A;9/8/07) |
Bonsai may grow as
big as
Leyland fir
Hope springs eternal
You prune17/8/07 |
in a small dank hole
it sits, plotting its revenge
on those who mocked it16/8/07 |
The room, The azure
walls
The touch of, Your lips upon my brow.
Noblesse!16/8/07 |
Damp plaster falling
silent hall waits patient, longing
for your touch8/8/07 |
The flying years,
like
the starlings of Silverdale,
decline to be seen.14/8/07 |
I came to visit,
this weekend just gone, alone.
I do like your style!8/5/07 |
abbreviation is a
very long word.
haikus shorten
your life22/6/07 |
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No Author's name shows;
Just an empty line, and space;
Were they lost in thought?
Jason Twell. 10/4/2007 |
A Bank holiday starts
and the fine weather
departs
so are we bovverd?
6/5/07 |
internet surfers
travelling through cyber space
locked in their own heads
1/3/2007 |
Ahipara waves
They come in to go back out
from the open seas.CP
Kaitaia College Language Class New Zealand
www.caniusethetoilet.blogspot.com 25/3/07 |
Oi get off he cries
That's mine not yours give it back
Proudhon's ironic laugh
30/8/2006 |
Deep reflective
thought:
haiku tickles your fancy,
helps your mental state.
12/1/07 |
i sit here working
yet my mind wanders away
to places i love
30/8/2006 |
the haiku won't change
until I'm told from
whence they are sourced
12/1/07 |
I submit an ode
5-7-5 or so I'm told
Go on, print it then.
27/6/2006 |
Procession of stars
Each one an idea of love
from some other place
27/6/200 |
On the canal waters
A white swan swam silently
And then turned away
19/5/2006 |
Spring bursts, trees
bloom,
Beneath the leaves, shadows grow,
Consider Phaedra.
28/4/2006 |
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le fleuve dans le flux
les rires de canoeist, échos
le déversoir attend
27/3/2006 |
On the face the
hands
Move slowly round and round and,
the clock goes forward
27/3/2006 |
London life is lean
so lancaster beckons me
to live in its pubs
12/2/2006 |
through the trees sun shines
bare branches cast finger shadows
green buds slowly unfurl
30/1/2006 |
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Ice
melts, snowpeople gone
shapes lost from sight and memory
like teardrops in the rain
20/1/06 |
I came
I saw
I thought what the bloody hell?
7/12/2005 |
Out of the choking
dust
Comes beauty
Maharashtra sunset
6/12/2005 |
Out of the sea and
clouds
Appears the legend
India
6/12/2005 |
It's Bashful Alley
I'd like to walk along it
But I'm much too shy
24/11/2005 |
condoning fag smoking
in house car and club
hurts our children
17.11.2005 |
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What a beautiful ceiling
You are, you are, and look
cracked plaster's hidden
19/11/2005 |
broomstick swishes, frog jumps
pumpkin grins, candle flickers within
then turned to soup
31/10/2005 |
Heather in shades of glorious purple
Night air breathes cool
So begins Autumn
29/8/2005 |
torso
to cheekbone
with tiny ladybird steps
your kisses engulf
28/8/2005 |
I sit at my desk
and stare at the computer
don't know what to write
5/8/2005 |
The
harder I think
the more crisp remnants appear
over my keyboard
6/7/2005 |
Man say, "How you do?"
I say, "Gone from bad to worse."
Why he want to know?
29/4/2005 |
idiot
love starts
the future of the country
we are idiots
23/4/2005 |
on my
house vase
flowers retain brightness
pouring out water
15/3/2005 |
What
are you thinking?
Have you had your brain removed?
Greggy Made Me Drink.
24/1/2005 |
wind
tickled the tree top
wind lashed at the roof and glass
chimney pot fell, crash. |
cold
fog caressed the leaves
dew dropped from the axes blade
woodman spare that tree?
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I am not sure if
this is properly a haiku
miscalculation? |
skateboarding is fun
but not when you fall arse first
it can dent your pride
14/10/2004 |
October, you came.
Sweet sun, cold air, I was lost
In astonishment.
2/10/2004 |
between the curling leaves
cats eyes blink, white teeth glisten
the blackbird turned, uneasy. |
I want
to kiss you
A thousand birds take flight and
You say 'whoa, no tongues' |
Deep
inside my heart
Lies concealed a chip of ice
Only you can melt |
Summer
sunbeams dance
On beach and lawn and limb
Lobster pink and red |
Gregson website is
clicking marvellous, links
in Lancaster style
26/4/2004 |
Piling on the pounds
Alfie, Peter and Laurie
All say "you're fat dad"
4/6/2004 |
Gregson Institute
Arts Community Centre
On Moor Lane It's True. |
Rays of sun through
trees
Flowing wind through the tall grass
As I lie to rest
15/4/2004 |
I am a student
Sleeping in exams this week
Will I fail this year?
10/5/2004 |
I am taught
by the master of now. Incredibly,
he is colourblind.
3/3/2004 |
Reasons are too few,
My art has little meaning...
Why should I bother?
10/4/2004 |
Joseph Shannon
Gregson is my name.
I come from far away.
Davison, Michigan USA
12/2/2004 |
Tea hot and sweet
flows down my gullet
like warm butter
2/3/2004 |
cold snap, white hard ground,
cold breezes slip, slide and stop.
a crocus pops up. |
I am taught
by the master of now. Incredibly,
he is colourblind. |
i couldn't write a
haiku however hard i
tried until right now
23/12/2003 |
drooling grey mists slip
and slide across the morning
Yule log cold in grate |
a prism prison
delighted heart - captured
with sparkling laughter |
Dogs pant in heat
Red hot pipes make floorboards creak.
Silent world at six. |
"I'm sure it's
dandruff
and not nits" she thinks,
changing seats. |
on the morning lawn,
a dew damp pear lies, waiting,
for the crunch of teeth
3/9/2001 |
Birdsong through the trees
Stiff southwesterly again
Rustling, sighing leaves
30/7/2001 |
Scarecrows all
around
Hammer House of Horror? Bond?!
Shaken, but not stirred. |
Deep in thought we
write
Words tumble from our pens
Thoughts become Haiku
21/5/2001 |
Lancashire French "Darnce"
Robinson plays a polska
Music to die to |
Laughter, knowing
look
Mischievous twinkle in your eye
Happiness is you
17/3/2003 |
War's declared. And
yet
Nothing's ever solved thereby.
Problems multiply.
18/3/2003 |
Full moon, longer
days
Sunshine spreading through the trees
Seasons change again
17/2/2003 |
Full moon, frozen
earth
Grouse's chuckle on the wind
Ingleborough's plume |
Velvet fingers
stroke
dissolving two into one
a silken tongued kiss
17/2/2003 |
In the deep recess
with breadth and depth fantastic
illumination
10/2/2003 |
Announcing the
spring
through a threaded golden beam
spiralling gently |
laughter and tears hide
sunlight whispers across the room
valentine, sleep on |
spread eagled star
stamp
dagger drawn against the black
distant flicker - gone
1/1/2003 |
Accelerating
flash light white warning
anchors on - again
26/1/2003 |
Lancaster ducks the artist
Struggling to feed
Around the river, no bread ! |
Red man standing
still
spring tide halted – joyous surge
green rules again
20/11/2002 |
Monosyllabic
words are best and all the rest
are cacophonic
17/11/2002 |
protective wrap up
surrounds my heart and me
missing you more now
14/11/2002 |
Smoke grey in black sky
Stars gleam, sparkle, drifting down
Embers fade and die
5/11/2002 |
Lancaster ducks the
artist
Struggling to feed
Aound the river, no bread ! |
Swollen yellow flesh
Glistening in morning dew
Pumpkin smiles and waits
31/10/2002 |
Alas, poor Yorick
Wake up an smell the Roses!
The war is over
14/08/2002 |
Birds shriek on the
wind
Burnt drumstick teases tongue
Charcoal embers fade |
yellow ball floating
up high in the dark blue sky
looking upon me |
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And Elvis gave me his scarf!
Quite slowly.....
I've recovered now, mostly.
(Al Robbins Elvis gig 07/2002)
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Red wine, rain, last
train.
Time passes, we all move on.
True friendship can last
30/10/2001 |
Two spirits ,two
souls
Enveloped in one passion.
Cilla is my fire. |
Purple in the park
Sun ,sweet memory of you,
Right there by my side. |
sad France fall at
the
dawn of an African day
in the Rising Sun |
Not a feast, haiku,
But a mushroom vol-au-vent:
Encased and tasty |
Time flies like an
arrow
Fruit flies like a banana
Groucho Marx, I think.
20/10/2001 |
You are all I want
All the good and bad within
With you I am home |
A child's laughter
raced,
on the breeze, through the trees.
But, her hat was gone
28/10/2001 |
crocus bud unopened
a memory gone, forgotten
teardrop in the rain |
Footsteps silent in mist
Pale Sun, dark Moon rise and fall
New Year's resolution |
Social goad for goal
Herald of apocalypse
Iridescent life |
blue
and purple hazes
mountain shadows on the sand
sucked into Morecambe Bay
24/10/2001 |
Red wine, rain, last
train
swift journey through textured space
next stop bed, my place
24/10/2001 |
flesh of pear and
apple
rotting in the dew-damp grass
first fruit of winter |
Wish I hadn't put
The 'or' in my last Haiku
It spoils the rhythm
18/10/2001 |
Warm sun in Autumn.
Dogs run free, laughter echoes
Through the damp parkland.
14/10/2001 |
"Oh yes, A Big Butt.
Or maybe Greggie burger.
It is hard to choose !" |
5-7-5 eh?
Interested in Haiku
Lancaster Haiku Group
22/9/2001 |
PRIVATE PROPERTY
for a moment, a blackbird
perched on the notice
9/10/2001 |
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a swift departure
slim feathers, warm waters wash
on another shore |
wet dew on thick grass
sun falls on misted mountain
the ice flows melting
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Hornby Arrival,
Two and One makes three to heal
River leads to Sea.
11/6/2001 |
sun warming on
face
red rose's wild abandon
lost in shallow soil |
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Summer is near
winds blow through many large
trees
sun is always hot
27/4/2001 |
deaths kiss of
summer
smoke billows from tall pyres
rain clouds laughter |
Oh Oswaltwistle
Bacup, Burnley, Blackburn, Colne,
Gradley Lancs. towns all.
5/9/2000 |
Old hiakus don't die
They only stand and whisper,
Sweet nothings, oh dear. |
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bud of tender fare
drink slipped between cup and lip
closing hour's curse |
She went to
Morecambe
For a lark, but found one good
Tern deserves a Shag |
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Welsh
Siamese cat,
Fashion
victim, style guru,
Chic
in Thai Dai fur.
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Cur
Lew and dogfish
Between heaven and sea met,
And scowled mongrelly. |
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of fates dark nettle
my unfettered simple dream
gleaming floor await me
28/1/2000 |
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